When our last pregnancy ended we told our daughter very little. She was smaller then. And my heart hurt so very much. Talking about it ached. But the thing about children is their incredible perception, depth and awareness about what goes on around them. Even when you are certain they aren’t listening… they are. Last…
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Mean Mom
“YOU’RE MEAN!” Hearing those words for the first time didn’t go like I thought it would, sweet girl. I remember playing over and over in my head the day that you would scream, or squeak, or whisper that sentence because of frustration, or anger and I would let the tears fall. I would because I…
“The Sick”
We’ve been battling “the sick” in our house for what seems like weeks. It’s gross, ugly, and turns patient mommy into frustrated mommy when she is woken up by insistent coughing and cries for medicine in the middle of the night. But no matter how tempted I am to run to the clinic over a…
40 Years
On Saturday we threw a party. A very special party! My parents celebrated 40 years of marriage. That’s 40 years of I love you’s, clenched jaws, held hands, tears of joy and tears of sadness. 40 years of socks on the floor, driving frustrations, and sweet family memories. They tell me its been work. But…
Spring has Sprung
Winter has finally packed up its long johns and touques and left us with nice weather here in Ontario. That means more parks, more running, and more outside time. That means more energy burnt. And when this little/big girl is tired I am happy. Related Posts:The Baby HouseMean MomToddlerisms
181 Days
6 months ago I laid in a hospital bed while a dr. told me I’d lost the baby I’d been so happy to be growing. All I could think was I’d lost it because I was such a terrible mother for the first two years of my daughter’s life and I didn’t deserve another shot….
Celebrating Milestones: Win a Printable Party Pack from Magic Imprints
My daughter turned three on the weekend. I am overjoyed. This is a big deal for me because when I was in the throws of Postpartum every birthday; every milestone, felt like an ending. I dreaded her first steps, prayed she stay a baby longer instead of saying her first word, and cried when she…
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My girl is almost three. She is a combination of silliness and sophistication that hasn’t quite found its way, making her into the perfect comedy. I have a bite mark on the inside of my cheek from holding back laughter when she presents her serious scoldings, lengthy stories, and little talks. She’s growing, and I don’t…
Sleep: The Difference between Men & Women
Husband: Feeds child a wholesome meal of macaroni and cheese, plays Little People and puzzles, and destroys house while playing pirates. Exhausted from playing he falls asleep at 8:30 pm. Sleep comes easily. And he sleeps all night… soundly. He wakes at 6:45am, to the sounds of his loving wife gently pressing her hand to…
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